ObsideanWarrior
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Here in my third (and final, for now) thread, I am branching out into fantasy. My character is Darva, a redheaded serving-wench at the Tavern of the Full Moon. An attractive woman, Darva regularly catches the eye of tavern patrons. She is friendly.
But as of late, a much rougher crowd has been coming into the tavern. Fewer farmers and miners, and more barbarians, even orcs, hobgoblins, and gnolls. In fact, decent folk are afraid to set foot inside anymore! But poor Darva needs the money for her sisters and mother, so she keeps working. There are a lot more gropes and feels from these new customers. The orcs are the worst, it seems. One time she found herself in the lap of an orc warrior, and the feeling-up he gave her left nothing to the imagination. She almost quit in disgust and ran home...but she knew she couldn't give the job up. The next day, the manager, a little man clearly cowed by the new breed of customer, gave her a new set of clothes to wear on the job that were more revealing...
Tonight, matters will come to a head. One of more of the groups will have its way with her. Maybe after she leaves...maybe right in the bar. Which group depends on you--you can play orcs, barbarians, hobgoblins, gnolls, or any other similar breed that suits your fancy.
Darva hurried, but still could not keep up with the orders on this busy night. And tonight, none of the usual crowd was in. Only the beast-men, and the barbarians. The leers she got in her new outfit were horrid. But still she moved through the crowds, deftly carrying trays of mead and beef. Ignoring the occasional hand that went somewhere it shouldn't. Trying not to think about how her tits nearly fell out of this new top....
But as of late, a much rougher crowd has been coming into the tavern. Fewer farmers and miners, and more barbarians, even orcs, hobgoblins, and gnolls. In fact, decent folk are afraid to set foot inside anymore! But poor Darva needs the money for her sisters and mother, so she keeps working. There are a lot more gropes and feels from these new customers. The orcs are the worst, it seems. One time she found herself in the lap of an orc warrior, and the feeling-up he gave her left nothing to the imagination. She almost quit in disgust and ran home...but she knew she couldn't give the job up. The next day, the manager, a little man clearly cowed by the new breed of customer, gave her a new set of clothes to wear on the job that were more revealing...
Tonight, matters will come to a head. One of more of the groups will have its way with her. Maybe after she leaves...maybe right in the bar. Which group depends on you--you can play orcs, barbarians, hobgoblins, gnolls, or any other similar breed that suits your fancy.
Darva hurried, but still could not keep up with the orders on this busy night. And tonight, none of the usual crowd was in. Only the beast-men, and the barbarians. The leers she got in her new outfit were horrid. But still she moved through the crowds, deftly carrying trays of mead and beef. Ignoring the occasional hand that went somewhere it shouldn't. Trying not to think about how her tits nearly fell out of this new top....